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Feb 2016
You said--
in a while everything

every thought, every feeling
anger, sadness, becomes an itch

and it will leave you
as the river is not the same

river, as the desert is not
the same sand.


Tell me again how it is when
I have yet to learn how long

a while takes
to be someone new, to be

just a little bit different--
how we used to

and how I used to.
Written by
JA Balaguer  26/M/Manila
(26/M/Manila)   
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